Addendum to the Inner Metamorphosis

An occult wind brought me to the forest, one February eve Inhuman growls began to spawn from the trees Leaking sanguinary Aquavit Reading through the owl eyes I saw a spell cast deep into the skies I flew through the Forest with feathers of a hawk And talons of Eagles Teeth of the werewolves Keys to the gates Lingering I watched the bird Fly softly in the blackened moonlight The honor of the dragon Is a malediction against the Seraphs Such is the exegesis of black magick The slaughter of the soul was never so brutal before But its pain is cathartic, not sore I rode the dark horse To infinitude's fort I left my soul at his feet I watched the warm winter eve's metamorphosis Into a supplement to the ice of my soul That I freed Like doves I bequeath.